Chapter 11

NATASHA’S POV

I slumped over her desk, my head in my hands, and my eyes fixed on the unpaid bills in front of me.

The orphanage, once my pride and joy, was struggling to stay afloat. I had poured her heart and soul into it, but clients were scarce,nobody was adopting these kids and I was trying my best to tell them, they’d find new homes but their faith was beginning to waver and the previous couples who visited were interested but were slow to pay.

The frustration and worry were taking a toll on my mental health and myself as a whole. I felt like a failure, and the constant stress was starting to affect my relationships with my family. I knew I needed to find a way to turn things around, urgently, but every job application I submitted seemed to end in rejection.

Every door I knocked on was shut in my face. I felt cursed, nobody wanted to hire me and I was willing to work any type of job. I just needed the money to keep the orphanage running.

As I sat